~Entangled~

My coffee grows cold, ice cream melts with my heart, minutes, hours, days pass.
I am there with you but here too, physically. Your mind? Mine? Connected, entrenched, entangled, months pass.

Dreams alive every sleep, nights, lights, years pass.
I am there with you but inside too, emotionally. Your kiss? Mine? Connected, entrenched, entangled, decades pass.

My coffee grows cold, snow melts with my touch, time, need, eons pass.
I am there with you but here too, mentally. Your desire? Mine? Connected, entrenched, entangled, forevers pass.
~Jazzi~

~Inside Out~

I write well about you because I know you. I have to climb inside your skin and feel what you feel, see what you see and at the same time I stand next to you taking in your presence. Its how I love you…from the inside out and the outside in. That’s how I love you…that’s how I write well about you. ~Jazzi ~

~If The Only Way I Had To Write~

If I had no paper, no pencil or pen, I would still write about you with a stick in the dirt.

If the only way I had to write about you was then gone, I would take my own blood and write it on the wall.

You live inside my soul and I have to let you out some way, this way won’t kill me at least not right away.

If I had no paper, no pencil or pen, I would write about you with one chewed up fingernail scratched into my chest.

If the only way I had to write about you was then gone, I’d write the words with my tears in mud at my feet.

You live inside my soul and I have to let you out some way, this way won’t kill me at least not right away. ~Jazzi~

~ Lucidly Haunted ~ Dream Inspired Free Write #3



I was dreaming about a haunted house, a severely haunted room and dreaming a lucid dream within a dream.


I woke up and then I woke up again but still…

dreaming.


Because They were still there and objects were still flying around the room, suddenly conscious of dimensions shifting. 


Then I fell asleep in the sleep and…

remembered.


At once awakened and still again I dream.


~DG~

Rain On The Roof

Rain on the roof, sounds like a melody, brings back a memory, sings to me in harmony.

Rain on the roof, throbbing through my mind, a rhythm of a kind, putting worries far behind.

Rain on the roof, moves like a song to me, enables me to really see, comforts me in a way that will always be.

Rain on the roof, there gently do I hear, a music that can conquer the fear, a regal tune I hold so dear.

* I took the above photo a few days ago when the sun came out and began to melt the ice off the trees. There was a rainbow of glittering, and the sound of “rain” on the roof inspired me to revamp a poem I wrote 25 years ago.  DG